You know, that's something I was talking about with the guy yesterday, believe it or not. Range-wankers. They're everywhere, including at this particular range which is military run.

People who know better than everyone...but have never done fuck all.

People who know everything there is to know about every firearm ever made...but they have a 30 year old piece of shit Ruger .22 handgun that never ceases to jam and they don't know how to break it down to clean it.

People who dress as if they're about to fast-rope from a helo on a mission to secure an HVI (high value individual) from a compound in Ramadi...but only after a final look in the mirror to make sure they look good.

Trust me, they're all there including the wankers who think they can shoot, but can't and those who think they own the place and look down on everyone else as filthy little bugs.

I keep to myself mostly, mingling with those who I know reasonably well and can get sense from, and if people come along and want to join in then fair enough. The showboats and cock-knockers can entertain themselves.

In truth, it's not too bad as very little assfuckery is tolerated (when compared to some ranges I've been to) and those who do it are made to understand pretty quickly that it's not the place to be doing it. I get what you mean though man.

Interestingly, one of my other ranges (I have three) is so cool and laid back in comparison to most. A little shooting from 10:30-11:30am and then it's on to the most important thing...Lunch. They're always chargrilling something, got a pig on the spit or some such thing - great food too. Fucken Greeks and Italians man, gotta love 'em. I don't go to that one much, just if I want some super-quiet time to do my own thing as there's rarely many on the range (it's a massive place too) but when I do I make sure it's around lunch time.

Good to hear from you pussyboi, I hope you're fit and well, or as close to it as humanly possible.